Prologue

4.3K 112 11
                                    

"What?! You expect me to go and find some retired, 'legendary' Grim Reaper and be his apprentice?!" I cried, angry at my now former teacher, William T. Spears. He pushed his glasses up calmly -he was not calm-, and replied, "No, I expect you to find the only legendary Grim Reaper, speak with him, then start your advanced training under his guidance. I have already told you where to find him."

"Yes," I said irritably, "in the mortal world."

I walked to my desk and gathered up my journals. Mr. Spears expected me to record any useful or extra information I came across while with the "Legend".

"Do not forget you were once living there, as well," Mr. Spears reminded me for the tenth time that day.

"Yes, but I wasn't human! I was a sorceress!" I yelled. After a few moments, I sighed and gave in, "Alright, fine. I'll go meet him. Better be worth discontinuing my studies."

"It will be, Miss Macaru. Whether you believe it so or not," Mr. Spears replied as I walked out.

When One Finds an UndertakerWhere stories live. Discover now